Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Ok, so that last blog was pretty ridiculous. MY BAD. Stuff was getting to me in the heat of the moment. Can't let your problems walk all over you like that. I mean I bet more than half the people who read this (all 2!) deal with that type of shit all the time. So I apologize for that. Except for the statement about spaghetti and tomato sauce, I'm getting really tired of that shit.

Right now my ideal state would be cranking Dorkrockcorkrod, hanging with my best friends, not having to worry about school, biting into a fat burrito with an old episode of the simpsons on. Oh well, I guess I'll have to deal.

Life's making it's big push and I gotta push back.

(Title of new favourite person if you catch that reference. Except you Selly, you don't count).

Are you sick of stuff? Let me tell you some things that I am fucking sick and tired of.

I'm fucking sick of school. I'm sick of writing long research papers on things that both the prof and I know I don't give a shit about. Do I like learning about Roman art? Yes. Do I like 10 page papers on fucking interior space. Fuck no. We both know this is a fucking waste of my time and I'm going to do a shitty job on it. Maybe if I keep doing this badly I can fail!

I'm fucking sick of being too poor to afford things I need. I can barely afford groceries and I'm scraping by on pasta. I participate in "Buy Nothing Day" every fucking day. It's because I can't afford anything. "Just ask your parents for money?" Well my dad's business had a shitty year last year. Would he give me money? Yes, of course my parents aren't going to let their kids starve. But I'm not going to let my parents flirt with bankruptcy just so I can afford some more Cap'n fucking Crunch.

I'm fucking sick of every relationship I'm in shitting the bed about a month and half in. If you don't care about me like that don't build me up so I can eat shit later. I'm just another name crossed off your list now. Thanks a million.

I'm fucking sick of having spaghetti and tomato sauce every goddamn night for dinner.

I'm fucking sick of how I don't give a fuck about anything and I'm fucking sick of every area of my life not working out.

I'm fucking sick of everyone around me being happier than I am.

I just want to curl up with an Ergs! album and forget about my problems. Is that too much to ask? Apparently!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Everyone has problems. Often times in said problems there is more than just yourself involved in it. So naturally, you always wonder who is more at fault; yourself or the other person, or people, involved. It's always easier to place the blame on others, because everyone knows it feels nice to know you're right and they're wrong. But after awhile you really have to wonder if it's you, especially when it seems to be the same situation over and over. For the most part, people don't like to make others feel shitty, especially about themselves, so letting them down easy or dumbing down a problem is an easy way out. So it gets kinda hard not to think "it's my fault and they're just letting me down easy".

I know it sounds like I'm super bummed, but I'm not! Serious! I'll stop the vague and incoherent blogs, I promise!

Anyways, you should listen to these bands, they make me crazy. All hail Polar Bear Club and The Wonder Years!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Wow, I'm lagging on this thing so hard right now. Too much shit to do, aiight?

In other news: Probably this year's last beard. Beards are no fun when it's warm out. One, they get sweaty. Two, I do not want a beard tan. So yea I figure I'll squeeze one more out while the squeezin's good.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Does it ever happen to you where you forget about a band all the time, but every time you remember to throw them on they just blow your mind? That happens to me with Jawbreaker all the time. I fucking love Jawbreaker, but it seems like I just forget to listen to them all the time. When I do throw them on though, I think "Christ, they rule" right away.

Blake is fucking perfect at making emotional rock music. From Jawbreaker's early pop-punk stuff, to their expanded sound later on, to Jets To Brazil, all of it just fucking rules.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Probably a bad idea to start a blog without a topic in mind, but you know what? Fuck it, I do what I want.

Ever have one of those days where you just can't shake a bad mood? I had one of those today. For the past little while I've been really good about keeping a positive state of mind, but obviously that can't stick all the time. While on the way home I kind of realized that it is just not worth it. It's important to focus on the stuff that makes your life good, rather than the stuff that pisses you off. Because what the fuck is that stuff worth anyways? Nothing, is the answer.

I do have a bunch of things I've been thinking about writing about on here, but don't have anywhere near enough time to get it all up right now. There's too much work to do and it's hard to make time for everyone. But give it about a month and I'll be home with absolutely nothing to do but skate, spin records and have a million different thoughts run through my head every second. So essentially; give it a month and I'll be in ideal blog writing conditions.

Sidenote: I really need to work on not being such a messy eater, I'm on my third shirt of the day.

I feel sort of confused and in some weird other version of my life. It's extremely odd. But I'm pretty sure it's just my imagination running wild and me over-thinking stuff. More of the usual right?

Usually I hate school with a passion and find that I'm really selling myself short on work. Somehow this semester I'm not doing much more work, but my marks are higher than they've ever been. I'm pretty sure I know why, but I'm not sure.

I'm seeing A Wilhelm Scream tomorrow and could not be more excited about it. I wrote a blog about them at the start of the school year and all the positive things I said about them then still apply now. They (and especially bass player Bri) still completely rip my face off lyrically and musically. It's been more than a year since I've seen them and I'm more than ready to experience their live show again. I even made a shirt that says "A Wilhelm 'Stache" because I shaved a mustache for the show.

Monday, March 8, 2010

This band kicks ass. They are called Junior Battles and are from Toronto. They are (assumingly self-) described as "Junior Battles is about connecting with the tiny, enthusiastic, sober 16 year-old buried deep inside each and every one of us" and I'm extremely down with that. Poppy songs that are fun to sing along to. I saw them without knowing who they were this year at the Shook Ones/We Are The Union show and was really impressed by them. They were tight and super funny and comfortable on stage. They were described in Alternative Press as a combination of Four Year Strong, Fall Out Boy and Hot Water music, which has to be the worst and least accurate description you could give this band. They are starting to get kind of big, so don't forget to start listening now for optimal scene points.

One thing I've kind of always been interested in is dreams. It's mostly because I dream like a motherfucker. I usually have several every night and they are usually pretty vivid. I find that about 95% of the dreams I have reference things that happened to me during the day as well. Not always major, actually usually the opposite; a small minute detail that I usually forget about, but obviously don't because they show up in my dream. I've also had the dreams that apparently can speak about your personal problems subconsciously (endless falling means running away from problems I'm pretty sure. I had the dream where your teeth fall out as well, but I forget what it's supposed to mean). I took a psychology course in university last year and we talked about interpreting dreams a decent amount. The conclusion that was arrived at in class was that you can't determine much about a situation/feelings/person/etc. from what happens in their dreams. I'm totally cool with that, but it's still interesting for me to think about what they might mean to me in the morning. I almost always forget them within ten minutes of waking up anyways, unless I make a point to remember what happened. I don't know, it's probably one of those things that's useless, but it's also one of those small pleasures I take in life that can make a day a lot better.

Today was one of those days where it seems like everything is going pretty well. I left for school with a full stomach and the weather was nice enough that I didn't have to wear a coat and had to have sunglasses on. When I got home I put on shorts, which always puts me in a good mood. I'll wearing vans with no socks in no time!